“I’m coming out,” Evan announces low enough that I know Quinn’s human hearing won’t pick up his words. It was meant for me anyway. Thank fuck he waited until I was done feeding. I’m not sure how I would have responded had he not. Even now, it’s tempting to gather her in my arms and hide her away, but I know it’s just my beast’s thoughts and I’m more than just instincts.
“The bear is returning,” I murmur while running my nose and lips along her throat. A soft disgruntled hum leaves her lips, causing me to grin against her skin.
Evan’s footsteps are heavy as he makes his way into the living room. He doesn’t say anything about our position on the couch, but I see his eyes rake over Quinn. He’s probably checking to make sure she’s okay. I’m not even offended, I’m glad. Even though I know I would never hurt her, Evan would rip my arms off if I did and anyone else who might try.
I push up from Quinn, our lower bodies still connected, needing to see her face. I want to memorize every fucking detail. She looks amazing, just like I pictured. Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips are a little swollen from my kisses, and her hair looks like she’s just been fucked, but damn if she doesn’t seem like she wants more. There isn’t an ounce of regret in her gaze.
Quinn
“You trying to steal my girl, vampire?” Evan stomps into the room. His voice is soft, so at odds with his heavy footfalls.
“Our girl, bear,” Griffin amends without breaking eye contact with me. I swallow thickly. I have never been so turned on in my life. I’ve heard a vampire bite is intoxicating, but I don’t feel drunk, I feel fucking amazing. Like I can feel the air kissing my skin, like every nerve ending in my body has come to life for the very first time. The fact that Griffin is between my legs and looking down at me like I’m his salvation could be part of the reason I feel like I could fly. Pair that with the fact Evan just called me his girl, and I’m about as blissed out as I could be without actually orgasming. Which I probably already would have, if Griffin would have stayed on my neck any longer.
We’re on a precipice. This moment feels huge, like what happens in the next few seconds could shape our future. I know what I want to happen, but I’m not sure if I should tell them or show them.
I look across the room to Evan. His long hair is wet, and I get distracted by all the skin on display. Good Lord, the man is stunning. No wonder my friend said it was impossible to date a human man after being with so many supernaturals. It’s kind of unfair. His chest and shoulders are wide, tapering down to his waist. He’s not ripped with muscles the way a body builder is, he’s more like a solid wall of strength.
Evan’s hand balls up at his side, and it makes the muscles in his forearm tighten. All it takes is a miniscule eye movement to the left, and my gaze lands on the only piece of clothing he’s wearing—a fitted pair of dark blue boxers. He’s either already hard, or he’s hung like a horse from the size of the bulge. Either way, I’m a lucky girl.
“Am I officially out of the friend zone yet?” My voice is husky.
Griffin moves with vampire quickness and snags me from the couch. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks in the direction Evan came from. Hopefully, he’s taking me to the bedroom.
“Obviously, we haven’t been doing a very good job taking care ofour girlif she thinks she was ever in the friend zone,” Evan quips as we approach.
The second we’re within touching distance, I run my fingers over Evan’s chest, wishing I could have reached his stomach…or even lower. I’m no prude, but damn, these men make me a wanton mess. I’ll blame how needy I am on the fact that I haven’t had sex in almost six months. Add that to the fact that I’ve slept between them for days without even getting myself off, and it’s easy to see why I may be getting kind of desperate.
“We’re about to rectify that,” Griffin growls while cupping my ass. Every step he takes jostles me enough that I want to grind against him. All too soon, he’s laying me on his bed and taking a step back. I feel the loss of his body instantly.
The room is dark, much too dark for me to see clearly. I’m torn between asking them to turn on the lights so I can see all of them and leaving them off. I’m pretty comfortable with my body, but let’s face it, I don’t have a shifter’s metabolism, nor do I possess the physical perfection of a blooded vampire either.
The decision is made for me when a lamp flares to life. Evan and Griffin are both standing near the end of the bed, their eyes on me. It reminds me that even with the lights off, they wouldn’t have any trouble seeing, so why should I miss the show?
I sit up, and a little bit of nervousness worms its way into my thoughts now that I don’t have Griffin pressed up against me. I’ve never been with two guys at once before. While the idea is exciting, I’m just not sure how this is going to work. I mean, I’ve watched plenty of porn, but this is the real thing, and Griffin sure doesn’t look like a pizza delivery man that my boyfriend catches me screwing.
Evan leans over and starts to crawl up the bed. “If you’re changing your mind…”
“I’m not,” I say quickly. “It’s just, there are two of you.”
I lower myself back onto the bed as Evan continues to crawl forward until he’s leaning over me. Ever so slowly, he sinks his body down against mine so we’re lined up in all the right places. Next, his lips find mine, and every reservation I thought I had is gone in an instant. His wet hair touches the side of my face, and I can feel tiny drops of water cascading across my neck. The sensation is enough to have the area where Griffin bit flaring to life.
Evan tastes minty when he dips his tongue into my mouth, but it’s too brief. He pulls back and teases me with just the tip of his tongue. I lift my head off the bed in a bid to get closer. My mouth is open as I drag in a breath, and that’s when I catch his scent. Evan smells delicious. He’s fresh from the shower, but there’s something else. A heady fragrance that makes me think of burning wood and new leather. He smells so damn good, all I can think about is tasting his skin.
I dip my head and run my lips over his jaw. His stubble is rough against my lips, but I like it. Going lower, I find the smooth skin of his neck. After another deep inhale, I plant soft, open-mouthed kisses everywhere I can reach. Evan curls over me, damn near caging me under him, but it doesn’t feel like a prison, no, I feel safe and protected. Reaching up, I feel a slight tremor shaking my fingers as I slide them over his bare back. Evan’s muscles shift beneath my touch. What I said about him being solid was absolutely correct, every inch of skin is taut and perfect.
Moving quickly, Evan rolls us to the left so he’s under me, my legs opening and my knees falling to the sides of his hips. He’s definitely already hard, and thank God for leggings, because I can feel everything.
I open my eyes to gaze down at him. His brown orbs are a little wild as his hands rest on my hips, kneading my flesh. He looks hungry. I curl closer to him and run my nose over the soft hair covering his chest. “You smell divine,” I tell him as I let my tongue blaze a path along his skin. Evan’s back arches, showing me he likes what I’m doing.
I lean back so I’m straddling his hips, and his hands tighten as he pulls me down to grind against him. Without prompting, I grab the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. My bra is a deep maroon with mesh cups. Being around Griffin and Evan so much has made me much more cognizant of what I’m putting on under my clothes. A girl has hope that her efforts will be appreciated at some point, and Evan doesn’t disappoint.
I watch his eyes dart to my chest, and his tongue peeks out to make a lazy swipe along his bottom lip. I glance over in Griffin’s direction, but he’s not where I expected him to be.
Cool fingers brush against the heated skin of my back, and I jerk my head to the right, finding Griffin kneeling on the bed next to me. He’s so close, I don’t even have to bend to press our lips together.
This is the moment it sinks in. Evan is beneath me, his hands splayed over my hips and ass, while Griffin is kissing me. As much as I thought I knew what this would be like or how many times I imagined it, it’s nothing like I dreamed. It’s so much more.
Griffin cups my cheeks so gently, you’d think I was made of spun glass, but his kiss is something else. It’s dark and deep, needy to the point of almost painful, but not because he’s hurting me, no, it’s because he’s remaking everything I thought I knew about kissing.
